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When I used to go to school You know they taught me the Golden Rule They said, 'son, you better know yourself' 'Because in time to come it's going to be dread'
And now mi gone, a Up Park Camp Mi never waan go a Up Park Camp And now mi gone, a Up Park Camp Mi never waan go a Up Park Camp
Why didn't I take their advice If I did I would be living in style Lord knows, I wasn't born to go wild
Oh mother, I wish you were around To see your son, how he's bouncing around Used like a tool and then refused Oh mother, I wish you were around Wish you were around Mother, mother Wish you were around
No no no no Wow hoo
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